Chapter 63: Breaking Points
(Eden's POV)
I sat on the windowsill of my room, the moonlight spilling across the hardwood floor, casting silver ribbons of light that danced with the shadows.
My phone rested in my lap, forgotten as I stared across the quiet expanse of the pack lands I once foolishly called home. A strange tension brewed in my chest. It hummed—alive, potent, begging for release.
The power thrummed at my fingertips, reacting to the growing storm of my emotions. Every hurt, every betrayal—sharp memories carved deeper into me than any blade—boiled to the surface. My curse power beckoned. It begged for an outlet, and I would not deny it tonight.
A sharp knock at the door drew my attention. I didn’t move. It wasn’t necessary. I already knew who was behind it.
“Eden,” Ale
